"Handsome guy, who are you?"
After losing her memory in a car accident, Qi Jia looked at the handsome, arrogant but anxious man in front of her and asked blankly.
Qi Zhao suppressed his racing heart, and by some strange trick, he gave a sly smile: "Your boyfriend."
——God knows, they are actually bitter enemies who have been fighting for twenty years and want to bury each other in the ground.
He regarded this lie as an excellent opportunity given by God, carefully weaving a gentle trap, waiting for the opportunity to get closer.
She was ignorant and believed it, and gradually became addicted to his clumsy but hot preference.
